Breakfast

Rachel led me into the kitchen, where she supervised me making breakfast for my wife and her lover. It only consisted of coffee and some croissants, but the act of making it was an exercise in humiliation and submission, particularly because I could hear the sounds of sex from upstairs, but also because I was being supervised by Rachel who provided an ongoing commentary on what a cuckold should do when preparing breakfast for his Hotwife and her bull.

Eventually the tray was prepared and I was told to take it up to the master bedroom. I knocked and was told to enter. The room stank of stale sex, my wife and her lover lay on the bed, exposed. I could immediately see Helen's glow from recent sex, her stretched pussy with Bob's cum leaking out of it, and most humiliatingly Bob's cock, which was clearly much larger than mine, still slick from the mixed juices from my wife's pussy.

I put the tray down on the side of the bed for them. I then felt Rachel behind me. She placed her hand gently at the back of my head and slowly started to push my head down "Be a good cucky and clean Bob's cock of your wife's juices". I felt so helpless from my overwhelming sense of submission, I just let her guide my head to the waiting cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Helen watching fascinated as my mouth automatically opened and the cocked entered my mouth. I gagged slightly at the taste but with Rachel's whispered support I started to suck and lick my Bob's cock.

"See, I told you he's a natural" Rachel now talking to my wife. "You just have to guide the submissive cuck and train him to perform as you want. Understand?"

"Yes. I'm just not sure can do that myself. You are obviously more experienced at this that I am"

"Well, if you want I can take him under my wing and train him for you. No need to decide now. The offer is there if you want"

I continued licking but now my cock was hard, both from the submission, but also the potential prospect of being 'trained' by Rachel. My mind was already running away at that prospect. As I was fantasising about that, I felt Rachel's hand on the back of any head again "Now time to clean your wife's cunt, cuck!". I moved over and closer too, I could see just how red and swollen she was from Bob's larger cock, but also just how much cum was leaking out. I looked up to find that Helen was watching me closely, no studying me, to watch my response. I smiled at her, stuck out my tongue and started to lick. Bob's cum tasted just like my own, but physiologically this was totally different. I could almost see Helen reassessing our marriage as I licked. I could still see love, but now I also saw a look of superiority, of control.

I cleaned my wife out, all the time looking at her face. As she got bored of watching me, she proceeded to have her breakfast and talk to Rachel and Bob, ignoring me, as if me being there cleaning her cum filled pussy was the most natural thing. When I was done, I was simply dismissed by Rachel and told to go home.

I want home, had a shower, caught some sleep and still Helen had not come home. She eventually came home mid afternoon, looking wonderful and happy. She came up to me, gave me a kiss and then just got on with out normal life, as if she had come back from the shops. It wasn't until the next day we sat down to have a conversation about it all.